Sleeping in

Ahh, finally back to my 12 hour blissful sleep schedule. I'd been getting up at around 8AM for 3 days in a row, which isn't really anything to complain about, just hard when you want to go out or stay up late. I had a hard time sleeping the full 12, of course. I'll need more practice.

Well, 3 issues surround my life at this point: get a car, get an apartment, get a job, in order of importance. I have money saved up--a job is mainly to help me maintain sanity. The car is the thing. Yesterday I heard a new rumbling in the driveway, and I new soon enough it was the VW deisel Rabbit my dad had picked up recently for dad and Liz's biodiesel experiments. I ran down and Dad let me hop in for a ride. The White Rabbit is from the 1980's, and has many many cracks on the windshield so it hasn't passed inspection yet--we drive it on the lane only.

Jesus fucking christ, I have never ridden in a car that could jump to high speeds like it had a warp drive. Dad explained this is the beauty of standard transmission as opposed to automatic. He is *slowly* teaching me to drive a standard, because frankly you can go much faster on the hilly backroads of WV in one. And everyone says they are more fun.

We stopped by one of our tenant's, who has a garage on our property as a mechanic. I worry for him, because he's the only african american in all of Sherrard I think--don't ask me why this is. He was a super nice guy, and said he'd keep an eye out at the junkyards for windshields to fit the rabbit; said he could probably find one easily for 30 bucks. So hopefully, we'll get that windshield and pass inspection and finally a second car will be ours once again.

When we got back to the house, Mom asked me how I liked the car. I told her I thought it was totally cool; I liked it alot. What followed was a suspicious set of statements that I can't really remember in detail, only to say that it felt like maybe they were trying to figure out if I'd like one, maybe in a newer model. It's wishful thinking, I'm sure of it. Don also tells me he knows a secret but won't tell me it--I refused his information earlier because he usually likes to lie to me for entertainment. It's wishful thinking, but damnit I really want a car. I just want to have one now. It could die in two years, I don't care. BLARG

Well, better get my bottom in gear and get moving. I'm grandpa's date for the turkey dinner at the methodist church.